Wood Thrush
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I walk along through forest greens
With Wood Thrush singing flute like songs
I stop to watch what I have seen
It is sitting on a branch, following me along
Cheerfully it sings, with music lifting me
With joy as if I am also in that tree
So clear this perfect day, a path I walk
I only have to listen, I don’t have to talk
Then I realize another is singing in tune
A sweet love song at the rise of noon
Heidi Sands
7/5/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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